Progressions
We’re running.
Forward. Farther. Faster.
Never looking back.
There’s no need for it.
There’s no time for it.
No time to scrutinize everything
That we’ve already passed on by.
Soaring across the pavement
Carried by two legs
Made of flesh and bone.
Facing onward and forward
Onward and forward alone.
Cradled by the wind.
Fighting earth’s pull.
Racing against all odds.
Onward and forward.
We succeed.
By not looking back.